The Temple Shakespeare, Volume 19J.M. Dent and Company, 1901 |
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... The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster . Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it 8 Act I. Sc . ii . The Tragedy of Scene II. ...
... The untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster . Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be it 8 Act I. Sc . ii . The Tragedy of Scene II. ...
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... poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughtered son , Stabb'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows that let forth thy life I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes . Cursed be the hand that made these ...
... poor Anne , Wife to thy Edward , to thy slaughtered son , Stabb'd by the selfsame hand that made these wounds ! Lo , in these windows that let forth thy life I pour the helpless balm of my poor eyes . Cursed be the hand that made these ...
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... poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted suppliant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it ? 191 200 210 Glou . That it ...
... poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted suppliant may But beg one favour at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm his happiness for ever . Anne . What is it ? 191 200 210 Glou . That it ...
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... poor son , at Tewksbury . Glou . Ere you were queen , yea , or your husband king , I was a pack - horse in his great affairs ; A weeder out of his proud adversaries , A liberal rewarder of his friends : To royalise his blood I spilt ...
... poor son , at Tewksbury . Glou . Ere you were queen , yea , or your husband king , I was a pack - horse in his great affairs ; A weeder out of his proud adversaries , A liberal rewarder of his friends : To royalise his blood I spilt ...
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... Poor Clarence did forsake his father , Warwick ; Yea , and forswore himself , -which Jesu pardon ! -- Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glou . To fight on Edward's party for the crown ; And for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up . I would ...
... Poor Clarence did forsake his father , Warwick ; Yea , and forswore himself , -which Jesu pardon ! -- Q. Mar. Which God revenge ! Glou . To fight on Edward's party for the crown ; And for his meed , poor lord , he is mew'd up . I would ...
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Anne arms Baynard's Castle blood Brak Brakenbury brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Christopher Urswick Clar Clarence cousin curse daughter dead dear death deed Derby Dorset dost doth dream Duch Duchess of York Duke Duke of Gloucester Edward Eliz Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear Folio friends gentle George Stanley Glou God's grace gracious lord Grey hate hath hear heart heaven holy house of Lancaster James Blunt King Richard liege live look Lord Hastings Lord Stanley Madam Margaret Mess Methought mother Murd murder noble Norfolk Omitted in Ff Omitted in Qq peace Plantagenet pray prince Quarto queen Ratcliff reading of Qq Rich Richard Ratcliff Richm Richmond Rivers royal Scene sleep sorrow soul sovereign speak Stan Stanley sweet sword tell tender thee thine Third Cit thou hast to-morrow Tower Tyrrel uncle unto weep wife William Brandon York
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Page 1 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front ; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Page 37 - Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloucester stumbled, and in falling Struck me (that thought to stay him) overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Page 37 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Page 35 - But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them— that God bids us do good for evil. And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the deviL Enter two MuBDEEEBS.
Page 18 - What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I nothing...
Page 36 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 2 - And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous, By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the king In deadly hate the one against the other...
Page 38 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell; Such terrible impression made my dream.
Page 2 - But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...